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Hell's day to-morrow
and I am all out of ***
To help me sleep
Maybe I will be up all night
waiting for Death's sweet embrace
because I know that the Reaper
will bring me peace
I drank the last of the *** last night.
UPDATE: Found some *****
Third time's the charm
They always say
If the third time
Was the time
That you'd get hurt
The most
I am jealous
Because he is the poison
In your bloodstream

He is the darkness
That haunts you at 2 AM
When you're falling asleep

I wish to be the one
Who keeps you up at night
Making you think of ruined futures
She is the canvas of the night sky
That has the stars painted onto her
She sparkles with billions of lights
Of ***** of burning gases
And she makes it look beautiful
Like the stars aren't burning *****
Of gas that can eat
Planets entirely in one bite
Tears well up in my eyes
As I wait for night to pass
The quiet hours never lie
As sad emotions flow and flow fast

It's pain
That I feel
I don't want to
Cry to sleep once more
I'm running on Bacardi
Drinking like a slob at this party
My heart reaches for her hand
But only on the bottle does it land
I pour another cup of drink
And into a mattress I sink
Thinking just of her
As the world around me blurs
My heart twists and turns
While my esophagus burns
My face goes numb
And now I am drunk
Don't drink that stuff.
My heart is a planet
Or was
Because now it's
An asteroid belt
That floats
Ceaselessly
Around the sun
The bright star
That is you
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